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Jenner stood there shaking and quivering, his eyes dilated with terror. There was something about him that suggested guilt. He pulled himself together presently and made some effort at happiness at the sight of his master. But it was all wasted so far as Paul Spencer was concerned. He moved like a man in a dream, he was taking not the slightest interest in the proceedings. It was questionable as to whether he was aware of the fact that he was in his own house.
"That will do," Scarsdale said. "We will hear what you have to say presently. Meanwhile is there anybody in the house besides yourself? I have good reasons for asking."